Sigma...
Wasn't that the name of Nikolai's boyfriend? Surely it couldn't be. The two's personalities were far too different from each-other's, Nikolai was childish and energetic, while Sigma was mature and, well, not entirely calm. Or composed. Despite his initial entrance, Sigma seemed to have a chronic anxiety or stress disorder. You could visibly tell he was trying to remain composed, but his facial expression seemed like he was about to break down in tears at any moment.
"Sigmaaaaaaaa! You've come hoooooooooome! Wait, how were you able to come home in this weather? Oh! I know! You used an umbrella, didn't you!"
"No. Are you a fucking idiot? I've been in my room this whole time. Also, an umbrella wouldn't protect you fro-"
"Waaaaaaait, really? You've been here this whole time? How didn't I notice you when I went into your room to steal all your vore porn?"
"You've been blasting Toxic by Britney Spears this whole time, of course you wouldn't WAIT WHAT."
"Oh yeah, I used my cape. Hehe!"
"NO. NOT HEHE. HOW THE FUCK DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT MY VO-"
"M-m-m-mind i-if I i-i-i-interrupt you guys for a s-s-s-s-second? N-n-n-Nikolai-kun, y-youre really fucking se-"
**BRBEVVEVEVRBRVRVRVR**
"What was that noise?"
"Hmmmm, I dunno. Just a guess, probably the power box? That would probably explain why it got so dark all of a sudden."
Obama was flustered on how smart Nikolai was. He instantly determined the sudden darkness was brought on by a power outage. Genius!
"Oh noooo, usually during movies this is where one of us dies. I bet it's gonna be you, Sigma! You should start worrying!"
"N-No, I'm not gonna die. If anything, it's going to be you for being too careless. I'm going to find the root of this problem, weather you guys come with me is your choice."
—Sigma's POV—
In actuality, I'm terrified of the dark. All rational thought tells me there's nothing to be afraid of, but my imagination tells me otherwise. It isn't hard to imagine a ghost watching you, stalking you, planning to murder you. If only Nikolai would stop messing with the electricity-
*SQUEAK SQUEAK*
"WAS THAT ANOTHER FUCKING RAT??!? " I keep having to remind Nikolai that the sewer rats DON'T BELONG IN OUR HOUSE. Ugh, whatever. It's not like they're planning to kill me-
All of a sudden, a sharp pain plagued my neck. It was instant, like a bullet or a gun.
"Did you call me a fucking RAT?!!?! I might be borderline anemic but IM NOT THAT PALE."
Fyodor.
He's been planning to murder me for months now, yet I'd never thought he'd actually do it.
"By the way, I set the TV upstairs to Bubble Guppies. Your boyfriend has no interest whatsoever in saving you as long as that show is on."
"But...... the power... how...?"
"I re-wired the electricity so that it only goes to the television. This is your demise, Sigma."
I watched him scurry away on his arms and legs, crawling quickly, though there was no real reason to do so. This is it, huh.
This...... is.............it.
I.........
I............. can't....... move.......
Goodbye......................
